Musty Mustard Me
I remember you
Mustard colored, patterns blurred
There for me
Absorbing tears
A musty smell in later years
I remember you
You held my heavy head all that time
The smell of you was comforting – though musty
Countless tears you contained
In you, I hid my pain
I remember you
You were my only companion
Until my sister threw you away
Forever you will be
Musty Mustard Me
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